She Became Glamorous After Engagement Annulment Novels & Stories

She had kept her head down, mumbling a barely audible "thank you." Back then, her face was riddled with acne, her figure was unkempt, and her personal hygiene was appalling. You could catch an unpleasant whiff just standing near her. But after I married into the Gaffor family, she shed 80 pounds, her skin cleared up, and she even signed with an entertainment agency. Through her late-night binge-eating livestreams, she amassed millions of fans. Rumor had it she was even dating a wealthy heir. I never figured out how she was siphoning my luck, but now that I was divorced from Tristan, I was eager to witness her downfall firsthand.

She gritted her teeth, and I knew I had hit a nerve. There was silence before I heard her inhale sharply. Then she spoke again… confusing calmer this time. Too calm. “Annul it.” I snapped my head toward her. “Excuse me?” “You heard me right, Alessandro,” she said, picking up her bag from the stool beside her. No remorse in her face. “Whatever this is…” she gestured around angrily. “…end it before the gala this weekend. Clean up this mess and get ready for your engagement to Gianna next month.”

She has changed so much, I couldn’t even recognize her. She looks classy and beautiful, so beautiful. She could be mistaken for a young heiress from an extremely wealthy family. Even with Raphael by my side, I still don’t have the luxury of looking this good. I think she had spent the day at the beauty salon and spa, she looks so stunning and her skin is so spotless and sparkling. She is emanating a special kind of glow, the kind of glow that was seen on my face after Raphael proposed.

When she came back, she made it a dramatic comeback. It was like one of this comebacks from cheesy romance movies. She was beautiful, gorgeous if I may say. Her normal Bob haircut was flowing down her back in long beautiful parted waves; its normal medium blonde colour was now a bright platinum blonde shade. Her body was banging and her skin glowing. The only things about her that didn't change were the freckles scattered all across her nose and cheeks, and her million dollar smile. Her blue eyes hadn't change either but that beautiful sparkle in it had disappeared. Looking at them was like looking at another person. She was working on a career as a social media influencer, content creator,

She wears charcoal gray, with no engagement ring and no attempt to hide the pale mark it left behind. The room notices. Cameras lift. Questions begin before she has even spoken, but Celeste waits until the noise settles. She has spent years learning that silence can control a room more effectively than pleading with it. “My engagement to Adrian Blackwell has ended,” she says. “The decision was painful, but continuing would have required both of us to protect a future that was no longer honest.” Pens move quickly across notebooks. She keeps her gaze steady.

I wore a tailored lavender blazer over a cream maternity dress that accentuated my neat, round bump, my massive diamond engagement ring catching the sunlight brilliant flashes of light. Luca’s three-car motorcade was parked down at the foot of the steps, but for the first time in two months, there were no paparazzi barricades, no screaming news anchors, and no hostile rumors. The world had adjusted to the news. Reed Corp was an economic powerhouse, Luca and I were engaged, and the internet was simply waiting for the arrival of the Carter heiress. "Two hours," Hannah breathed, stepping up beside me, adjusting the collar of her blouse. "One hundred and eighty minutes between us and our degrees

“Thank you all for coming, I have gathered you today not just to talk about business, life is more than that.” She raised her hand to call someone, Odalis Sterling immediately appeared at her side, wearing a dazzling red, fitted dress. “I am pleased to announce my engagement to the beautiful Odalis Sterling.” Juno said, immediately Odalis showed her hand to the camera, showing off her spectacular engagement ring.

I watched as Scarlett adjusted the strap of her emerald gown. When she spotted a server weaving through the crowd, she plucked a glass of champagne from his tray and brought it to her cherry ruby lips. She's changed a lot. I clenched my fist, my nails digging in my palm. After years of disappearance. She is back. Draped in a luxurious emerald gown, looking so radiant like a diamond in the spotlight, glowing with an inner light that drew everyone’s attention. I hate it. I fucking hate the fact that she’s acting all fine and pretending to be alright.

I worriedly asked as I sensed sadness as she spoke. “Yes, I am. But my relationship with Brandon isn’t.” She answered, lowering her head. “Are you serious?” I sat up and moved even closer to her. “What happened?” I asked, my gaze falling on her fingers, and then I realized she didn’t have her engagement ring on. “Where’s your engagement ring?” I asked in shock. “I returned it.” “What?” “I did on the day of the coronation.” “Why would you do that?” “Because after what happened with Kendall, I believed I wasn't ready to be involved with someone else. It all seemed so rushed and forced.” She explained and I furrowed my brows.

With the kick, I stumbled and fell to the floor, utterly humiliated. "You shameless wretch! How dare you touch Mr. Huxley's fiancée's dress? Kneel and apologize, now!" "Shut up," I snapped coldly. "The marriage between the Vance and Huxley families is all over the news. She's clearly not the Vance heiress!" Her face darkened instantly. In a blind fury, she stepped forward and planted her heel on my leg. "Vance heiress? That hag doesn't deserve Alistair! He raised me, and he promised he'd marry me!"